Killing Me Softly from About A Boy
Monday, 21 July 2014
Monday, 14 July 2014
Monday, 7 July 2014
Sunday, 6 July 2014
One night I was happily sitting in the living room when I heard The Housemate in the kitchen.
Eventually, getting no response apart from more expletives, I went into the kitchen.
I can see The Housemate’s mistake.
Four letter word, begins with F.
Close, but no cigar.
In case you were wondering, the fire put itself out.
Monday, 30 June 2014
I left for work twelve hours ago and I’ve just got in so I am tired and hungry, but I know I have to post something for Musical Monday, so here is a happy pixie
It’s happy because it is dancing to this
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (duh)
Wednesday, 25 June 2014
I started talking to a fan of The Blog on the internet last year. I tweeted that I went to see Iron Man 3 wearing The Loki T-Shirt because I’m so cool and The Fan made a looking ‘low key’ joke, I tried to think of something funny to say back, he said The Blog was funny, I proposed marriage (I don't know how to handle compliments) and off we went, but the whole Loki thing was always at the heart of the interaction.
Then, shortly after, while waiting for a bus with The Housemate, we were discussing what we look for in a partner (he likes redheads and I like short dudes*, in case you were wondering)
The Housemate did manage to solve his confusion of these two actors having slightly similar names.
So now you all know which ‘Tom’ it is that I like.
Although, recently I was reminding The Slayer that he owes me a boyfriend (coz he does).
*and this is in no way influenced by our first crushes on characters in films**
**I’m lying; it is.
And yes, I said I'd marry a squirrel.
Monday, 23 June 2014
So the other day when I was all
about youtube not having the musical number I wanted, I should been all
because it turns out I was wrong and actually it’s on there a dozen times, it just didn’t show up last time I searched it, for some obscure reason, which is still pretty annoying
Anyway, here it is:
Sunday, 22 June 2014
When I was little I had an irrational fear of Hellhounds. I thought they were going to hunt me down and rip me to pieces.
Then I grew up a little bit and The Irrational Fear, while thematically the same, graduated from Hellhounds to Dinosaurs. Although I knew dinosaurs didn’t exist any more, I was too good at imagining what would happen if they did.
But when I reached adulthood I left those irrational fears behind. Sure I kept hold of plenty of irrational phobias, like of
but I lost the ability to form that irrational but ruthlessly extreme sense of threat that chokes the life out of you.
At least I thought so.
A few years ago, when I was an assistant manager at a theatre, I was shown what to do in the case of a fire.
and this is The Favourite Part,
being the expendable one,
After learning this, my fire alertness was heightened to excited levels but there were no fires to quench it. So The Brain vented it into a vivid dream, crisply clear in clarity and feeling startlingly real days after waking.
In the dream,
After I woke and had to go to work, it was a long time before I could go to the Upper Circle on The Own.
And a new irrational fear was born.
When I was a kid it was The Overactive Imagination that got me worked up. Now, it’s kind of the opposite.
It’s not that it was a bad dream that bothers me; it’s not that the ghost lady who wished me harm unsettles me. It’s not that the fear and horror were emotions that I felt with all the strength of reality, perhaps stronger for being in a state of dream. None of that matters at all. It was, after all, just a dream.
It’s that I realised I didn’t believe in ghosts, so then I was faced with something The Mind couldn’t comprehend (it opens up waaaaaaaaay too many questions about the nature of existence).
I have never seen a ghost, and I don’t particularly believe in them either. It is that which makes them so mind-dribblingly scary. Because I know if I ever saw a ghost, if their existence was suddenly confirmed in front of me, that I’d die right there of shock.
It’s not like being a kid and making stuff up to scare myself; it’s The Lack Of Imagination that’s harming me. The Irrational Fear as an adult isn’t of ghosts. It’s of experiencing something I don’t understand. Head-exploding, mind-boggling incomprehensible dread and terror and wonder.
My irrational fear is of Awe.
Monday, 16 June 2014
There was no Musical Monday last week due to
Uh, NO. It was nothing to do with evil. I was on holiday.
So anyway, as is tradition (it’s a tradition if I do it more than once) when I miss one Monday, here are two musical numbers today.
First a song from one of Disney’s most toothless of films, but so damn catchy I had it stuck in my head for a month:
Following The Leader from Peter Pan
and this wonderfully random credit sequence from an episode of 30 Rock:
(embedding has been disabled, so you'll have to click the link)
Monday, 2 June 2014
I have been at work. It was a completely harmless day but apparently it has completely
boiled The Brain and I can think of NOTHING to blog about. Here is a song about working and then going home.
Heigh-Ho from Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs
Did anyone actually own and sing-a-long to these things?